Suicide Pact in the Depths of Oblivion

Chapter 3

He made his way down the steps being swallowed in by darkness and a sharp continuing pain in his stomach that started feeling worse after the adrenaline stopped kicking in. Further he went in, the lighter the walls became in colour. There was an eminating light that got slightly brighter each step he took down. Eventually he could see enough to make out any shapes in his local vacinity but couldn't see much colour. After a few more steps he saw the next part of the dungeon in full as a corridor stood infront of him. There wasnt as much vines but the brick walls seemed destroyed. Inbetween each brick was an orange grass like subtance that seemed to move? Was it alive? Whatever the orange was it didnt look like it belonged. The dungeon looked infected by whatever this orange parasite was. The one pro of it being a slight glow that made the need of a torch entirely unnecessary . He made his way down the corridor feeling prepared from the previous fight unaware of what he might come across but holding onto the belief he could fight back against whatever came at him.

To his luck he saw on his left two things prior making any interaction's with a monster. A chest and a pedestal with another relic. It was a small metalic harp with a note under it that wrote

'clearing a floor will heal all wounds afflicted.'

He strummed a string from the harp and it liquified, attaching itself onto him and into his skin. If he wasnt still in pain he would've been stunned but the sight didnt phase him since the only thoughts running through his head were the agony he was walking in. Upon opening the chest he saw an apple, he took a bite and suddenly a small bit of relief hit his whole body. He rapidly ate the whole apple finishing it within seconds and all his pain and wounds seemed to vanish. He felt entirely refreshed and began making his way through the infested dungeon with new knowledge that an apple from here seemingly has some kind of regenerative properties.

It didnt take long before he saw his first enemy on this floor but the enemy he encountered here seemed very... Different. On the contrary of pure aggression this thing didnt seem to notice him immediatily. It also looked far different to the encounters he made on the prior floor. This thing seemed like it had the same shape the undead zombie creatures that he came across but it was covered head to toe in the same infectious parasite that covered the walls, on its head it had fungi growing out of it. Saying it was walking would be a generous over-statement this creature was struggling to balance itself practically leaving its bodly dangling and its legs fiercly clawing the floor to support it.

It didnt notice him until he took a step too close into the first room after the first hallway into the second floor of the dungeon where it was roaming in circles. Upon noticing him it jumped at him with ridiculous speed that he hadnt come across yet, It knocked him and the thing onto the floor with the thing trying to bite Atlas with a pair of yellow stained teeth previously hidden under the fungi. He put his crossbow in the things mouth and blew its head apart into pieces, this also pushed the body back sending it slightly deeper ahead and then exploding.

"Ok.. Enemies here go boom"

He noted to himself as he stood with confidence that he could take on the floor, he already beat the first one, how many could there be?

An extremely layout continued in this floor as the floor prior. Long corridors and large Rooms the only large difference being that there we more ups and down then the first level. Rooms with ladders and Rooms with stairs were extremely common. He encountered more enemies that seemed like creatures from the first floor with some kind of infection taking them over. Although their mindless attacks made it significalty easier to fight as they always jumped and lunged which was no match for a prepared rapid bolt from the explosive crossbow.

After several hours of walking he ended up standing infront of a wall that looked like it was about to fall apart. He almost missed it with how many dead ends he actively came across he was prepared to make a quick retreat and retrace his steps but then his eyes paid attention to the smaller details ahead of him. He loaded a bolt, pointed at the wall from about 4 metres away, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.